(Alonso's pov)
The murky puff of my cigarette assailed the air as I sat on a secluded part of the pool at our new hotel, my eyes pinned to the blue pool in uttermost contemplation.
I am deeply conflicted.
I flicked the ashes off the smoke as a group of young girls rushed into the poolside, clad in scanty wears_apparently here for swimming.
I allowed my eyes to take in the two of them from my isolated region, without their knowledge. I had intentionally chosen here because I needed the space to think, but now I'm most grateful for my decision. Imagine these ladies coming upon me_the result would be ultimately disastrous. I refuse to imagine it.
My train of thought was disturbed by Lance intruding on my link.
"Where are you?" his raspy voice came over the link, in a rushe
